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I Am a Spiritual Terrorist (Communism & Zen Fire, Zen Wind - 04)
OUR BELOVED MASTER,
One day, Ungan was sweeping the garden with a bamboo broom. His brother Dogo came over to him and said, “Hey, you look terribly busy!”
Ungan said, “Although busy, there is something which is not busy.”
Dogo said, “That means there are two moons.”
Then Ungan put the broom on the ground and said, “What moon is this?”
Dogo silently left.
At another time, Ungan asked a monk, “Where are you from?”
The monk replied, “I came with incense.”
Ungan asked, “Did you see Buddha?”
The monk replied, “Yes, I did.”
“Where did you see him?” Ungan asked.
The monk replied, “I saw him in the lower world.”
Ungan said, “The old buddha! The old buddha!”
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By OshōOUR BELOVED MASTER,
One day, Ungan was sweeping the garden with a bamboo broom. His brother Dogo came over to him and said, “Hey, you look terribly busy!”
Ungan said, “Although busy, there is something which is not busy.”
Dogo said, “That means there are two moons.”
Then Ungan put the broom on the ground and said, “What moon is this?”
Dogo silently left.
At another time, Ungan asked a monk, “Where are you from?”
The monk replied, “I came with incense.”
Ungan asked, “Did you see Buddha?”
The monk replied, “Yes, I did.”
“Where did you see him?” Ungan asked.
The monk replied, “I saw him in the lower world.”
Ungan said, “The old buddha! The old buddha!”